The dungeon was already in chaos. Huang Xiuze's injuries were very serious, far beyond his estimate. He originally wanted to meditate and adjust his breathing to recover slowly, but Huang Xiuze discovered that Zhao Weihu not only injured him, but also injured him.

Countless spiritual powers like landmines are buried in his body. Once touched, they will explode, causing Huang Xiuze to suffer more injuries.

This is the method of a tenth-level monk, and it is definitely not something that a ninth-level monk like Huang Xiuze can understand. It would be better if he didn't use his skills. However, with this use of skills, Huang Xiuze's injuries became even more serious. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood arrows one after another, and directly hit a man.

All the cadres were shocked and their expressions changed.

"Master Huang, you...what's wrong with you?" A seventh-level monk who was about sixty years old looked at Huang Xiuze and almost burst into tears.

Captain Huang Xiuze took a few breaths and then suppressed the severe pain in his body. He shook his head and looked at him and said, "Wenyuan, I'm fine. Let everyone... don't worry about me."

Seeing that Huang Xiuze had to take a few breaths even to say such a sentence, and his face was so white that there was no trace of blood, how could he be okay? The monk named Wen Yuan helped Huang Xiuze to sit down by the wall, and said in a tearful voice

"Master Huang, no matter what, you must hold on."[

Huang Xiuze smiled bitterly and nodded. He murmured, "I don't know if Qishan will escape from the Three Saints Clan or if he will meet the gang leader."

Wen Yuan hurriedly said, "Qishan is my son, and I know what he is capable of. He will definitely live up to your entrustment, Mr. Huang, and he will definitely be able to bring the news to Qian Palace. That beast Zhao Weihu won't be able to run around for long."

Huang Xiuze said slowly, "I hope everything is as you said, otherwise, it doesn't matter whether I, Huang Xiuze, die, I'm just sorry for you brothers who followed me without any regrets..." At this point, Huang Xiuze couldn't hold back.

, opened his mouth and vomited a stream of blood.

Wen Yuan was busy rubbing his back gently, and at the same time pouring spiritual power into his body to protect his vitality, he said, "Master Huang, please stop talking. It's better to rest for a while."

Huang Xiuze shook his head and said, "If you die, are you still worried that you won't have time to rest?"

"No! Mr. Huang, you will not die, and you cannot die! If the Three Saints continue to be tortured by Zhao Weihu like this, they must die. The Three Saints cannot live without you, and we all cannot live without you!" Wen Yuanyi

I endured it again and again, but in the end I couldn't hold it back, and muddy tears ran down the ravines on my face.

Huang Xiuze stared blankly ahead, murmuring as if in a dream, "I don't know how Min'er is doing. I think the Zhao family and his son will never let her go. It was me who caused her trouble..."

Wen Yuan was also worried about this, but he couldn't say it. He held Huang Xiuze's hand and kept comforting him, "Don't worry, Mr. Huang, Miss is a rich man. Even if she encounters danger, she will definitely turn it into a good thing."

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"Dad! Dad!" Wen Yuan was saying, and with a series of shouts, Huang Min hurried in.

"Min'er!" Huang Xiuze, who was almost dying, suddenly stood up with the strength he didn't know where he came from.

Wen Yuan thought he heard wrongly at first. When he saw Huang Xiuze's actions, he was shocked. He quickly turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Who was that person running towards him if it wasn't Huang Min?
Chapter completed!